He acted decisively, making his move without hesitation, his large hand grasping Ji Anning's leg as he thrust deeply.
"Uh..."
Ji Anning groaned softly, glaring at the unflinching man, her cheeks flaming red, "Uncle, the curtains aren't drawn, let's not do it here."
"I like it at the highest spot, enjoying the view while...
He paused mid-sentence, then thrust forcefully. Ji Anning almost passed out, gripping his strong arms tightly, biting her lip in shy embarrassment to keep from making a sound.
Ji Chicheng glanced down at her, "You can scream—these walls are soundproofed efficiently."
Aside from breathing a bit heavily, his tone and expression remained calm.
Ji Anning was speechless.
In the end, she didn't scream as Ji Chicheng had wanted her to; from start to finish, apart from occasional soft groans, she made no sound at all.
"You're not giving me any sense of achievement."
